Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.